#everlasting dawn

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Shrine in the Rain by Domille's Wondrous Works

[kpoptrashlord-007]

ahhh I love you for this! Such a nice comment, thank you!! I just think Jongho is a gentleman and perfect boyfriend material, it would be impossible not to fall for him 🥺🫶💕

thanks for reading, reblogging and totally making my day with this!! ♡

Apple Cider;; CJH

Word Count;; 1.1k

Genre;; Fluff, Neighbour AU

Pairing;; Jongho x Reader

Summary;;

Jongho is the most selfless man you’ve ever met. Without hesitation he’s made what could have been the scariest experience of your life much more comfortable and one hundred percent less lonely. It only makes sense that you’d repay all his kindness with a home-cooked meal… now if only you could get your racing nerves on board.

“Warnings”;;

Awkward dorks in love, just cuteness overload tbh!!

Notes;;

Day Twenty-Two (Holiday Lights) of the KPOP Christmas “Drabble” Challenge!

Someone please pray this scenario into existence for me y’all, though I’d probably combust on the spot

Part of the set of fics I wrote before my hiatus but this one is still so good!!

Main Masterlist | ATZ Masterlist | 25 Days of Christmas

A loud clatter against the panelling of your home draws your attention outside. Through the frost-lined window, you catch sight of your neighbour’s shoulder. He’s armed with a coil of lights. They hang off his bicep as he reaches overhead. Despite the chilly weather, he’s without a coat. The sleeve of his shirt hugs his muscles in all the right places.

Tearing your eyes away from your much-too-handsome neighbour, you busy yourself with the fresh-baked cookies waiting to be decorated. You made them with Jongho in mind, and they needed to be your best creation yet to truly express your gratitude. He’s been your knight in shining armour ever since you moved into the neighbourhood. Even something as tedious as wrapping the entire house in Christmas lights right after he did the same to his own home goes by without any expectations or complaints.

By the time the front door swings open, the kitchen smells delicious. Sugar, spice and everything nice lingers in the air. Puffs of steam swirl above the two piping hot mugs of apple cider tea. Wiping your hands clean on your apron, you double-check the small meal you’ve prepared. Everything is in order.

“All done,” Jongho calls out from the entrance hall, clapping his hands together. His boots echo against the hardwood floors with each step. Standing at the kitchen’s threshold, he clears his throat. “You’re officially festive. Let me know if you need any decorations set up, too, okay? Those little motors can be a hassle.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” you say as you carry the small plate of treats to the dining table. Without missing a beat he jumps in to help, taking the mugs as he follows you.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, you’re a lifesaver.” Offering him your best smile, you lift your shoulders in an awkward shrug. “Would you like a cookie?”

He laughs, nodding. “That would be nice, as long as I’m not imposing.”

“No, no, no. Please, sit. I made them for you, anyway.”

“You did?” His eyebrow quirks but he sits, grabbing one of the smaller cookies. It’s malleable in his large hand, soft and squishy as he breaks it into bite-size chunks. Within seconds of trying your baking (for the first time no less!) his eyes widen and the corners of his lips lift into a concealed smile.

Resisting the urge to jump up and down, you pop into the kitchen to grab a dessert plate. This is going well! There’s no reason to worry. You just need to bite the bullet and ask him over for dinner… not a big deal at all, it’ll be easy! With a determined exhale, you roll your shoulders and stretch your neck side to side before gliding back into the dining room.

“It’s the least I could do.” After you place the little ceramic saucer on his placemat, you gesture toward his mug. “I hope you don’t mind tea– oh, you look cold! Should I turn the heat up?”

His already pink-tinged cheeks flush deeper. Shaking his head, he swallows down his food. “I’m okay. Everything is perfect. Thank you.”

You can’t hold back your relieved sigh. “Good. That’s good.”

A beat of silence passes and once more your nerves start to rumble. If you can’t even manage to keep the mood light over a small bite, just how will you survive a full meal? And aren’t you standing too close to him? You can smell his cologne: smoked oak and pine needles. It’s strong and bold just like him. The longer you drink him in, both into your lungs and into your memory, the less you want to leave.

Falling headfirst into his vast, warm eyes, you open your mouth to pop that little question you both need yet fear the answer to. He leans a little closer and your gaze drops to his plush lips. They’re dry from the cold and a jolt of guilt gnaws at you. It isn’t a matter of asking him out but repaying his kindness. It’s the least you can do.

Determination renewed, you’re ready.

“Your apron is cute.”

His words hit you from out of left field. Taken aback, you glance down at the festive design and grin. “You’re cute.”

What?

What?

Short-circuiting and overwhelmed by the embarrassment surging through your stunned body, you gape at him.

“Cute?” He frowns, looking down at his plate. You flounder for a moment, unable to form the necessary words to remedy the situation. It isn’t until his ardent eyes chase away your worries and a wholehearted smile returns to his face that you still. “Not handsome? Strong? Manly? Just cute?”

“Well,” you trail off, wringing your hands together. “You’re quite handsome and very strong, that goes without saying. But you’re gentle and kind, too.”

Hiding his expression in the hollow of his shoulder, he waves away the compliment. A few crumbs fall onto the plate as he rubs his hands together. He takes a long sip of his now-cold tea before smacking his lips and mumbling out ‘that’s good’. Taking great lengths to avoid eye contact, he observes your light fixture as he stands. Worried he’s found something that might require repairs, you lean toward him to get a better look.

Before you can stop yourself you bump into him. His stance is firm and steady. Unfortunately, yours is not. Losing your balance, your hand flings out to grip his arm. His muscles flex beneath your touch. Your chin presses against his chest as he turns to catch you. Once more his cologne surrounds you. With nowhere to look except up, you watch his features soften from alarm into concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Just admiring the view.”

Jongho shakes his head, cheeks rising as he grins. “Cute.”

“I’m never living that down.” When you’re back on your feet and you’ve ironed your apron straight from the sheer friction of your overzealous hands, you nudge his shoulder. Once more he doesn’t budge. “But seriously, what would I do without you?”

Instead of an answer you receive a boop! on your nose.

While you stand blinking away your confusion, one of his pinky fingers brushes against your outer palm. His voice is tender as he asks, “Can I take you out for dinner tonight?”

Thrown deeper into bewilderment, you stammer and splutter. “You can’t ask me that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I was go– I had a plan, and now you… I was going to ask you out!”

“Then I accept,” he says, cupping your chin. Warmth blossoms everywhere his skin meets yours. Pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead, he lingers until his touch ingrains upon you. Even when he pulls away you feel the softness of his lips. “How does eight o’clock sound?”

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[theglamorousferal]

Absolutely love the idea of the tradition of trading locks of hair amongst people you care about. The idea of having two strands of your hair embracing one of theirs. Chopping it off as a sign of betrayal/vengeance.

I have this polycule where one of my oc’s that I live vicariously through has two partners and a missing brother. I like to think that it’s a tradition their brother started with them when he left on his first voyage and he’s been missing six years. I like to think that they passed that tradition on to their partners and maybe even their crew. They still only has two braids, one with their brother’s hair and one with both their partner’s hair.

I also have an oc from a backstory of my owlin d&d character that has a lock of their half-elf deceased spouse braided in his hair. He’s a dwarf who took her in when she was stealing from him.

Anyway, just throwing this into the aether. I do have ideas for certain ships I think would have this dynamic. Everlasting Trio most likely. Possibly Everlasting Insomniacs. Either romantic or platonic Team Seven. Honestly platonic Sannin I could see as well. I could see Spike allowing a small bit to grow out to have a rat tail or a temple braid with Buffy’s hair and she would have some of his braided behind her left ear because he’s always covering that side of her. They both probably would also have braids with Dawn maybe.

I feel like it has to be a soul-deep love that gets these braids. Anyway, it’s bed time. I’m gonna tag everything mentioned in this post in the hopes that somebody picks it up and runs with it.

[everlastiingiimmortals]

aventurine: ratio is a 10, but he would be an 11 if he let me treat him to a fancy dinner in a privatised restaurant for peace and quiet ~

they're a 10, but... closed. | @apocryphis

"Only an eleven for all of that?" Ratio teases, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Aventurine's ear. "Raise that rating to a twelve for putting up with all your nonsense, and I'll accept."

[rouge-the-bat]

i really wish i could find music that has a similar sound/vibe to the sinnoh music (or that of pmd2). i think itd be fun to make a collection of them

[klayr-de-gall]

Day 15 - "Good Morning" Kiss

Everlasting Dawn

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[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DPxDC Nobody Knows Au

I love nobody knows aus.

I love aus where danny flees to Gotham after a Bad Time with his parents.

So what if:

Sam moves to Gotham for college after graduation. Tucker has flown down from MIT over the semester break to spend the month with her. They've stayed very close knit.

They're having brunch at a small cafe maybe a week in, and suddenly Sam's hand darts across the table and grips his forearm so tight it hurts.

He startles and asks her what's wrong, but she doesn't answer. She's too busy staring across the room with a haunted look on her face. Tucker follows her gaze and goes cold and still with shock and disbelief.

They're both frozen because that? That looks like Danny.

Danny, their childhood best friend. Danny who came to their freshman year of high school a little different. Withdrawn.

Danny who kept pulling away and making excuses no matter how hard they tried to engage him, who looked more tired and ragged with every passing week.

Danny who disappeared without a trace shortly after he turned sixteen and who, though it largely went unspoken, they believed dead and gone forever.

"It's not," Tucker whispers weakly. "It can't be, right?"

The guy across the cafe is older than the kid they remember, of course. Around twenty, exactly how old they are. How old Danny should be. He's tall, tall like they and Jazz always assured Danny he would be once he hit a growth spurt and into his dad's genes.

His nails are painted and his ears are pierced and his hair is a little longer, but he sits in front of his papers and computer with eerily familiar bad posture and a pen tapping at his bottom lip like their Danny always did when he tried to focus.

He looks leagues healthier than their Danny did before he went missing.

He huffs a breath out of his nose and pokes his bottom lip out as he scowls at something on his screen, and before Tucker can even process the gut punch of such a familiar mannerism Sam is out of her chair and halfway across the cafe.

Tucker scrambles after her with half coherent protests.

He reaches the table as Sam slams herself down into the chair across from the doppelganger, the guy jerking in surprise and blinking up at his two unexpected guests with confusion and alarm.

Then, slowly, Tucker watches his face go pale and the confusion be replaced with dawning shock, recognition and something unreadable.

"Oh," Danny breathes.

[tec-a0l]

movies referenced by dylan & eric

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2 days in the valley (1996)

a nightmare on elm street 3: dream warriors (1987)

ace ventura: pet detective (1994)

alien (1979)

alien: resurrection (1997)

dark city (1998)

die hard: with a vengeance (1995)

enemy gold (1993)

event horizon (1997)

from dusk till dawn (1996)

hercules (1997)

independence day (1996)

invasion USA (1995)

natural born killers (1994)

out of sight (1998)

predator (1987)

pulp fiction (1994)

reservoir dogs (1992)

starship troopers (1997)

tales from the crypt: demon knight (1995)

terminator (1984)

terminator 2: judgement day (1991)

the fifth element (1997)

the lion king (1994)

the lost highway (1997)

the lost world: jurassic park (1997)

the rock (1996)

the stand (1994)

tremors ii: aftershocks (1996)

warriors of virtue (1997)

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along with these, eric also wrote out a list of movies in dylan’s 1998 yearbook, though it’s unclear exactly what the purpose of doing so was.

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notable standouts

the lost highway — eric listed this movie as his favorite in a survey, and dylan mentioned it frequently in his journal—including repeatedly drawing a road stretching into the distance with street signs with “5” (a meaningful number to him) “666” or the everlasting contrast on them. additionally, he would add vanishing lines & the everlasting contrast to some of the heart drawings he did, in reference to the movie.

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natural born killers — besides the obvious use of “NBK” by the two, some of dylan’s fashion seems to be inspired by mickey knox’s style—specifically the round glasses and single earring-combo. eric also referenced the line “do you believe in fate?” from the movie in dylan’s ���98 yearbook.

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the matrix — according to devon adams, she and dylan were supposed to go see the matrix in theaters on april 21, 1999. obviously, that didn’t end up occurring.

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pulp fiction — dylan recreated a scene from the movie in a video made with eric jackson and dustin gorton, along with listening to the soundtrack (specifically flowers on the wall by the statler brothers and surf rider by the lively ones) in the “breakfast run” video filmed with nate.

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resevoir dogs — dylan owned a shirt featuring characters from this film with the words “serial killer” on it. he’s seen wearing it in his 11th grade yearbook photo and in radioactive clothing.

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this subject was requested by @z0mb1eeg1rll! if there’s a topic y’all want me to cover, feel free to send an ask my way :-)

[anantaru]

— his love language

including. diluc, wriothesley, kazuha, neuvillette, ayato, scaramouche, kaeya, childe

genre. fluff & crack, gn! reader

at a regular pace, diluc opens up to you and with such, he reveals that to him actions spoke louder than words, mainly when it came to your loving relationship. the master of the dawn winery wasn't one of sensual speech, in fact, sometimes he was simply at loss of words— hence why showing you instead was all the more easy. it begins in his eyes, how they're always focused on your frame and immediately pick up on when you feel fatigued, the weary expression on your face worrying him the moment you step inside. voicelessly, diluc guides you to your shared bedroom before telling you to relax— afterwards he'll pamper you, boundlessly, do whatever you need him to do even if it consisted of multiple tasks. easy to say, he will still check up on you, be there for you and most importantly, always anticipate your needs, never failing to provide support without hesitation.

everyone knows that words hold the power to uplift and reassure people and their souls, in addition to building bridges between two individuals and so did wriothesley find this to be the most wonderful gift on this planet. he speaks through heartfelt compliments he'd never let you pass on, encouraging affirmations whenever you had a bad day or an artful expression of his emotions through his phrases. within the lively city of fontaine, the man will watch you with earnest eyes and swollen cheeks, "you're so pretty, so beautiful," he was silly, right? making you flustered in front of everyone, yet his words flow like poetry, forcing you to melt as he expressed admiration for your person— a verbal drapery woven with sincerity and love.

since you have been in a relationship for quite a long time, you were aware of kazuha and himself being an adventurer at heart, never failing to perceive solace and joy in the quiet moments shared with you. it doesn't matter where you are, but when he invites you on a journey, you know it's going to end up becoming one of your most dearest memories. in the quietness of the night, kazuha's presence was a calming force and to him, love was found in the gift of uninterrupted time spent together, immersed in meaningful conversations and shared experiences, tender kisses and subtle touches. the connection you had was strong— everlasting, the presence and the beauty within embracing each passing moment.

neuvillette held a lot of personal knowledge which he accumulated throughout the trajectory of his life, although when it came to the relationship aspect of things, he was rather inexperienced. when you two started dating he picked up the habit of expressing himself through physical touch— not necessarily in a sexual way, but in the reassuring kind which brought forth tenderness and closeness, whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a comforting embrace after a long day. the iudex was fluent in intimacy, connection, and the sacred power of making you feel loved in the simplicity of his touch. without wasting time, he always has one arm around you or loved holding your hand as you settle down on his lap, perhaps even offering to massage your shoulders with his soothing touch.

granted, from an outside perspective seeing ayato spoil you with artificial goods might come across as insincere, yet people do not realize that every single gift had a special meaning attached to it. the yashiro commissioner always took it serious, going through the carefully selected goods as he prepared a custom order, securing the gift with a personal meaning and significance. expressing his love for you through gifts and handmade material shone of thoughtfulness and well, there was one necklace that might be your all time favorite. it was when he surprised you with it on your anniversary— and as you inspected it much closer, you admired the complexly designed metal with symbols of his love and the harmony in your relationship— it's utterly beautiful, you tell him as he helped you put the necklace on, the little diamonds attached to it reflecting a deep appreciation and desire to convey his feelings to you.

opening up was hard for scaramouche, yet he realized that if he wanted this relationship with you to be harmonic, he needed to learn and work on it. the moment you feel him open up to you, you couldn't be happier, truly— not only was it a clear sign of effort on his part, but also the willingness to share a hidden piece of himself. despite his rather aloof demeanor, he possessed a subtle way of showing you his trust, in fact, he always needs you to show him that you accept his past no matter what. was it tiresome? not at all, despite some people believing that a relationship like that could become troubling in the future. yet they cannot fathom the deep link you both have and how it came to be. ah well, how beautiful when he holds you in his arms and kisses your forehead before starting to open up, your expression softening momentarily at the calm look in his eyes. it's right there, look close now, when you catch a rare glimpse of appreciation and a hint of vulnerability beneath his composed facade. he's in love, truly, and so are you.

a world without laughter, sounds scary, correct? kaeya believes that everything works more efficiently if you add a little comedy on the side. in your relationship, there was nothing he adored more that laughing together— because in a way, it felt like it strengthened your bond and eased the burdens in your life. spontaneity was another important aspect, you'll never know what the charismatic cavalry captain has in store for you next and you couldn't help but love that about him. really, he had a magical power for defusing tension with a well-timed joke or cheeky banter, finishing it off with messy kisses all over your face and demanding for you to give him a kiss back, in fact, as one might already guess, a world without laughter and without kisses might be straight hell in all of teyvat.

the eleventh harbinger's heart burnt for two different things— first of all it being you, his loved one which he would quite literally do anything for you to be happy, while the second being the thrill of adventure and the willingness to embrace spontaneity, face challenges head-on and earn boastful scars all over his body as a form of trophy. childe's enthusiasm was contagious to the point where the both of you would go on adventures together, or simply try out new things in order to feel a shared sense of adrenaline. freedom was everything in his life, but what mattered the most is for you to be safe— hence why he would never put you in any danger, instead he'd rather get in trouble himself so you could patch him up afterwards. childe knows it's not healthy to get himself hurt on purpose, but feeling you take care of him with your soft hands tracing all over his chest was making it worth it in his eyes.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyyy, So I got reminded of an Old post of mine by one of you gremlins so you all get to deal with my bullshit now :) }~

•Everlasting Sirens•

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When the Lantern Core connected the JL they were expecting a fight some even started to mentally prepare themselves for a battle with the newest enemy’s.

But as they were told the reason they were all pleasantly surprised, apparently a old planet that was code named “Ocean Wasteland” by the LC because of its surface where there is only one piece of land and it’s about the size of a small park is the best thing to compare it too and this planet was mostly forgotten about.

Until the LC got a reading of intelligent life on the planet and they want to send the JL to go check it out, and the JL agrees.

So now the JL [Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green lantern, Flash, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman] were now in a submarine in the middle of a alien sea looking for anything with intelligence and it was not going anywhere.

They had been looking for about three hours now and have seen nothing but the fish of the planet but that was until they went over a very large rock formation that was mostly dark due to the placement.

Than they heard a loud shrill cry and a loud garbled scream that was the only warning before the submarine started to get hit around like a game of volleyball as this was happening the cry’s and screams continued, disorienting the JL and with how whatever was hitting them back and forth was damaging the sides it was only a matter of time before it started to break.

So the JL needed to do something about this fast but before they could do anything the muted sound of rocks being dropped to the sandy sea floor and the hitting stopped that’s when Batman gets up from where he and the rest of the JL have been thrown to the floor of the submarine and straighten the submarine out and when he does.

They find out what was hitting them. A purple and black eel like woman with a red and gold octopus like man who are now looking and hovering around a person with a long flowy black tail and mid-length white hair looking severely annoyed at the two other Alien-Mers while one of their hand stay on their…. stomach.

Oh

OH

They too close to the pregnant one!

~{I’ll probably redo this part when I have the energy}~

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•Background•

When Danny took in Dans and Danis or well Dusk and Dawn as they have been renamed cores. He with Jazz, Sam and Tucker knew that Danny couldn’t hide that he was a Halfa anymore, while Maddie and Jack may be neglectful and forget about the fact they even had kids sometimes they weren’t stupid.

So the four of them made a plan, Danny and Jazz would sit their parents down and tell them everything if they reacted well they would send Sam and Tucker a text that said everything went well if they reacted badly Danny and Jazz would book it out of the house and to the bus station where Sam and Tucker would be with Go-Bags and skip town [To the Ghost Zone or Any other place whatever was safer].

But when Jazz and Danny didn’t send the signal or text, Sam and Tucker got nervous and started to walk up to the window in the room where the talk would be happening and what they saw would haunt them.

They saw Jazz on the Floor with the hole in her side still smoking and bleeding from her head and Danny with the Fentons gone and blood on the walls, Sam kicked in the back door and checked on Jazz who was breathing but not much and she was only able to say that the Fentons gave Danny to the GIW before taking her last breath.

Sam and Tucker buried her near the lake. It was one of her favorite places to hang out with them and far enough from town to be left alone, after paying their respects and giving her a proper burial they started on tracking down their love.

They had finally found Danny, They had broken into the G.I.W base farthest from town by sneaking in without anyone seeing them Does it count as seeing if they don’t live long enough to do anything with it? And search for Danny.

After about 4 minutes they find him. Danny their Love, their sweet boyfriend adores space and would gush about feeling their children’s feelings was strapped down to a metal table with three an around him cutting him open and they were trying to take their children’s cores out of him.

Sam and Tucker left that room covered in blood and gore with Danny in Sam’s arms. As they stood in the doorway checking on Danny a loud alarm went off and they could hear heavy running steps down the hall and approaching fast. And with Danny being in worst shape then they thought it would be impossible to get out.

Suddenly a green portal with purple around the edges appears in front of them and they run through as they recognize immediately who it is and they end up in clockworks tower and as the portal closes behind them some blob ghost that Clockwork likes to keep around to do small things start to bandage up Danny.

As the Blobs do that, Clockwork starts talking saying how they can never return to their world as if they do the G.I.W will just keep on going after them until they are caught or have no choice but they can’t stay in the Ghost Zone as even if Danny would have little problem staying with the need for vitamins but Sam and Tucker aren’t Ghosts yet so they can’t stay. But Clockwork has a place where could stay, it’s a planet far from any place that could hurt them and Clockwork can give them forms that help them adapt to the new location and keep each other and their children safe.

Sam and Tucker agreed.

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•Little Facts•

•Sam and Tucker will find a way to drop kick anyone who gets to close to the den or Danny even in Siren form.

•When Ghost/Ghost adjacent people change to a more animalistic form they gain some of the instincts and behaviors of said animal 

•The trio sleep for most of the “Daytime” and do what they want at night, they basically become nocturnal.

•Ah yes some good old gender fuckery on Danny’s part

•Dani and Dan will be renamed Dawn and Dusk

•Sam and Tucker wanted to be in the room where Danny and Jazz told the Fentons everything but Jazz reasoned that they would have to GO if the Fentons reacted badly and already having Danny and Jazz in their was a slowing point so it was better for them too wait outside….Oh how Sam and Tucker regrets not fighting harder with her.

•Sam: Tucker=“Hun” Danny “Love”

Tucker: Sam “Azizi” Danny “Habibi”

Danny: Sam “Moonbeam” Tucker “Sunbeam”

•Sam and Tucker have a body count now :)

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•Appearances•

The top half and the animal tail.

Danny’s appearance

The fabric is white and a greenish black

Sam’s appearance

The fabric is black and purple

Tuckers appearance

The fabric is red and gold

(I don’t really love the picks but it’s the best I could do so feel free to pick new one if you feel like it)

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~{And that’s it! From how it’s written you can tell what I wrote first lol, but sorry if the story bits are weird I am running on caffeine and the will to fight god and I’m going to go to sleep, hope you gremlins liked it Byeeeeeee}~

[shouyuus]

Hello, could you write a roommate reader x Vi, reader has a nightmare and goes into Vi's room to sleep in her bed with her to feel safe. Vi wakes up to ask what's wrong because reader is teary, Vi lets reader into her bed comforts them and they cuddle to sleep. Maybe they wake up the next day still cuddling and they from then become more affectionate with each other, less hesitant about showing their feelings without outwardly saying it because that's just too scary to do yet, lots of fluff and maybe a little tension. Thank you!

the rising dark

violet; fluff and pining, hurt/comfort, college roommate!vi au

the dark rises, solid and suffocating -- it closes in over your eyes, pressing thumbs into your ears, slicking down your throat, thick and unrelenting. you gasp awake, your skin pebbled with a cold sweat, and for one, disorienting moment, you wonder if you're still in the dream, if the everlasting dark has sunk it's claws into you hard enough to drag you under permanently.

a moment later, a passing car casts tiger-stripes against the opposite wall, and the sudden light forces air back into your lungs. you grip your sheets and glance at the clock -- 3:32am.

fuck.

you lean your forehead against the cool of the drywall and try to steady the frantic thrumming of your heart. you close your eyes and are immediately thrown back into the impenetrable darkness, waiting to swallow you whole. you whip out of bed, panting, your gaze flickering wide as you search for something, anything to ground you to the reality of your room.

you've slipped out of your room before you can stop yourself, tip-toing into the hallway to peer into the crack of vi's door. her steady breathing tells you that she's asleep, and a strange, childish shame twists deep in your gut as you inch forward, pushing her door further open.

"just come wake me up," the last time she'd woken you up in the middle of the night, the darkness oily against your skin, concern dug deep between her brows. but you feel so... stupid, a grown-ass woman, and somehow, still afraid of the dark.

it's so strange seeing her like this -- sprawled out on her sheets, snoring quietly. she's usually so vibrant, so active, so fervently alive, that seeing her still (even temporarily) seems unnatural.

"vi?" you whisper, reaching down to tap a finger against her exposed shoulder. she grunts, blinking blearily awake, jerking for a second as she spots you, hovering by her bedside.

"oh -- shit -- hey princess -- sorry, what time is it?" she turns this way and that, clearly a bit disoriented, but the moment you sink down on the edge of her bed, she stills, reaching out to brush a hand along your cheek.

"hey... what's up?"

"i'm sorry... i just -- i had a nightmare and..." you trail off, gesturing vaguely into the empty 3am dark. vi nods, shifting back on her bed and patting the space next to her.

"c'mon, c'mere..." she lifts up the blanket, waiting for you. you hesitate for a single second before slipping beneath the covers with her, tentative at first, till she lets out a soft scoff and tugs you into her chest, wrapping her arms around you.

you melt into her like sun-warmed honey, your limbs going liquid as she chuckles by your ear.

"silly girl... you don't have to apologize... you never have to apologize with me, got it?"

you burrow deeper into the warmth of her chest, sinking into her silken embrace. there's a beat of silence that stretches like taut taffy, hung in the midnight air.

"thanks, vi..." you murmur, and she laughs again, the sound soft and sweet with understanding. the pair of you shift like pieces of a jigsaw, your curves and her edges, her breath for yours.

you count her heartbeats like counting sheep, and when you fall asleep again, the dark is only ever just the dark again.

the next morning dawns in bright, lemon-yellow strips, with vi yawning as she nuzzles further into the nape of your neck, of your back pressed against her chest, your bodies molded to each other bend for bend.

you blink awake in the crystalline light, yawning hugely and wondering at the warmth that cocoons your entire body. its a few seconds before you realize that vi's arms are still wrapped around you, that you can feel her breath hot along the skin of your neck.

"morning, princess... sleep well?" she asks, her voice still muffled by sleep and the tantalizing haze of dreams. you shift, turning to face her, only to find her grinning at you, your faces almost nose to nose.

her sleepy smile is just as disarming as you feared it'd be. and you're defenseless against it.

"yeah... thanks. sorry again for --" you cut off as vi shoots you a flatlined look.

"what'd i say about apologizing, princess?"

you flush, sinking deeper into the nest of bedsheets. her expression softens a second later as she inches forward to press close to you again.

"c'mon, it's too early -- lets get a few more hours, hm?"

you nod, your breath a moth-wing flutter inside your chest as vi reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. the moment hangs, pendulous as a dew drop caught in a spider's web in the early morning light.

"y-yeah..." you whisper, leaning in, your lips so close you can taste the ghost of a kiss in the negative space between you.

vi swallows, her usually bright eyes going dark as she watches you.

slowly, you shift to press your face into her neck; her breath is hot in your hair as she loops her arms back around you. and for a second, neither of you dares to breath. but then, you feel her relax, and then your own body loosens. your heart thunders a strange drumbeat inside you, but vi's right -- it's too early to examine the morse-code messages it might or might not be tapping into the inside of your chest, and whether or not her heartbeat is answering back in tandem.

maybe, you think, with a few more hours of sleep... then, you'll be able to face it.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Right?? I went totally feral for the smut hahah! I should've included a warning for the whiplash between the fluff and smut 🤭

Summer Nights;; KTH

Word Count;; 4.3k

Genre;; F2Ls, Smut

Pairing;; Taehyun x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

You’ve been head over heels in love with Taehyun for longer than you can remember. Kai, oh so helpful and kind, sets you up on a date! … with someone else. A total loser if you will, the kind of guy whose advances you can’t stand, a guy that isn’t Taehyun. But don’t worry! Kai also sent Taehyun to the bar so you can openly yearn for him and steal glances from across the room while wishing upon every star in the night’s sky for him to take your date’s place. Whether it’s a falling star or the planets aligned, it’s a lucky night for those willing to seize it.

Request;;

"Ahhh I love this game! And season! Taehyun from TXT Prmpts : Possession / Ownership , Marking , Breeding" -- Anon

Warnings;;

Friends to Lovers, fluff and humour, comedic elements, alcohol use, drunk reader (not during the smut scene), shy dorks in love, helpful yet snarky Hueningkai, misunderstandings in the style of a Hallmark movie Smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal (unprotected) sex and multiple orgasms, soft!possessive!Taehyun, brief marking and a hint of breeding

Notes;;

I went fucking feral with the smut scene, holy shit Not me forcing myself to write Kai instead of Hueningkai then zoning out only to wonder why Jongin is randomly in a TXT fic. I made the GIF!

Main Masterlist || Kinkoween Masterlist || Smut Masterlist

While you can’t deny you enjoyed the party you’re glad it’s coming to an end. Slobs and drunks beat you on the way to the kitchen for one last drink and you wonder, as you stand dumbfounded in the hallway, if you’re one of the drunks. You don’t think you’re one, and you don’t feel drunk, but who else rushes in for a re-up the moment the host announces the party is over?

Meandering into the oversized kitchen on the tailend of the crowd, a disturbing sight greets you. Or, rather, the lack of one. Someway, somehow, the kitchen is emptying, yet there are still bottles ready for the taking. Alcohol bottles. And no one to fight with for them. A frown carves its way onto your face. It’s all too good to be true; none of it makes sense. Unless…

Your eyes widen as you whip your head to and fro, the room splotchy and nauseating. These people aren’t drunks – no drunk in their drunk mind would leave booze behind. These people are… disappearing into thin air? You take a hesitant step forward, eyes squinted as you watch the girl you followed wave toward you. She pulls a knob and whoosh! a door opens and she’s slipping right through.

A gasp escapes your tightening throat. No, they’re not drunks at all – they’re taking the same back exit you entered through some hours ago, out to the same side street your own vehicle is waiting for you on. Once more you find yourself in a stupor. You? A drunk? What has the world come to?

“Isn’t this, like, your first party?”

You jolt as a familiar snicker breaks through your self-pitying. Kai sidles into the space between you and the evermore tantalising booze. His lanky frame blocks the alluring glisten of glass bottles twinkling under the much too harsh lights, forcing you to abandon all thought of drinking your woes away in favour of trailing your gaze upwards for half an eternity before at last his face is within view. Indifferent eyes stare you down, daring you to grab a bottle. Or maybe he just wants an answer. What was his question?

“You’re so drunk,” he drawls, pulling his phone out and aiming it at your face. The flash blinds you and you stumble backwards as the camera virtually shutters. “Gross. I’m sending this to everyone.”

“No!” Jerking forward you reach for the phone. Try as you might to grab it, it’s never within reach, floating just above you one moment then blasting off a hundred feet to the ceiling the next. “Please, not Taehyun. Everyone but him!”

Kai shrugs. “Okay.”

Relief washes over you as your phone dings. Slipping it out of your pocket you stare at the sender’s name: Kai Bear. A goofy smile plays on your lips. Everyone but Taehyun. Good.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask you something.” Kai is talking but you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or not. “One of my buddies needs a plus one.”

“A plus one what?” you ask, hoping he won’t mind you butting in. With a press of your thumb Kai’s message opens and you’re greeted with your own face.

“Him plus you equals promise fulfilled. And I’m a man of my word so when I make a promise, I usually keep it – so you’re going.”

Squinting, you examine the photo a little closer. “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

“Like me?”

“Yes, you and my other friend. My friend, and you,” he says, an air of impatience about him.

“Beomgyu?”

“No, he’d never be caught dead on a da– with a plus one like you.”

“That’s rude. Why not?” you slur, looking up from your phone. After a quick glance reveals an empty kitchen aside from you and Kai, your eyes narrow.

“He’s not into drunks.”

“So you are talking to me!” Poking a finger into his chest, you scoff. “Well I don’t wanna go.”

“I’ll drive you home tonight if you agree to go.”

“Okay, I’ll go.” With a sly grin you wink at Kai. “I always know how to come out on top. I’m a born winner, you see?” You show him the photo of your very drunk self he took mere minutes ago. “This is pretty good. I think Taehyun will like it.”

Kai rolls his eyes while grabbing your arm. “He won’t. Let’s go, I don’t have all night.”

Confidence oozing from every pore, you send Taehyun the photo anyway.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

There is no God.

That’s the only explanation for it.

What kind of God would make something so tasty and fun only for it to kill you the next day?

And you are, without a doubt, dying. This is no ordinary hangover. Not that you’ve had others to compare it to, but common sense says there’s no freaking way people would subject themselves to this on the regular.

Your bedroom door swings open and Kai invites himself in. His skin has lost the light flush it donned yesterday, leaving him pale and sullen as he trots toward you. When his long legs hit the edge of the bed he flops down unceremoniously with little regard for your dying self. The entirety of his weight, all ten feet of him, lands across your midriff and you wheeze.

“Get… off…” you groan between strained breaths.

“Are you ever getting up?” His voice is muffled by the scrunched up sheet he faceplanted into. “You need to drive me to get my car.”

“I’m dying, Kai,” you gasp out, the sound faint and weak.

He lifts himself until his feet reach the ground again. “Really?” At your nod he continues, “Then we better hurry. Get up.”

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

It’s a modern day wonder cloaked in mystery and intrigue but you manage to get both you and Kai from Point A (your parent’s vacation house) to Point B (random fraternity) and finally to Point C (Kai’s house). While you stare out the car window debating whether a speech would be too cringe or if it is expected when you accept your Nobel Prize from the President or whoever, a body walks into your line of sight. You assume there’s a head attached so you roll down the glass and call out a simple,

“Hey.”

Sunlight sets your vision on fire for the briefest moment before the person backtracks, plunging you back into shadow. He leans down, hands resting on the door, and peers in, revealing none other than Taehyun. He’s all smiles as he gives you a onceover. The self conscious part of your brain is waking up now that the aspirin and coffee have kicked in. You break eye contact.

“What brings you out this way?” he asks, looking between you and Kai’s early graduation present no one in their right mind would call a mere ‘house’.

“I was just dropping Kai off. What about you?”

Stupid, stupid. Of course he’s here, he–

“Live right next door, remember?” His tongue dashes across his lower lip. “But why were you dropping Kai off?”

His puppy dog eyes watch your every movement and an unshakeable (unwarranted) guilt creeps up your spine. Nothing happened, and it doesn’t matter if it did, and why is he so expectant anyway? His cheeks twitch under the weight of his smile.

“He stayed over after the party,” you say with a flippant disregard for the underlying implication in the words.

Taehyun’s expression falters and the smile leaves his eyes. Ever polite, he holds his lips in their upturned line but it’s all play pretend. You’ve known each other for years; you know when he’s putting up a front, but you never expected him to use the barrier on you. Your hand reaches for his and he jerks away, taking a step back and leaving a wall in his place.

“Nothing,” you say much too quickly, the word sticking in your throat, “happened between—”

“You’re a good friend.”

It stings but you smile through it. “So are you.”

Metal groans as he pats the top of your car twice before turning his back to you. Sun rays bake your skin and you marinate in a pool of sweat as you watch him leave. He’s halfway down Kai’s footpath when he offers a final glance.

“You looked cute in that photo,” he calls out, and the warmth that floods your system puts the summer to shame.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Why, why, why must present you live with past you’s mistakes?

How is that fair?

Straightening your white dress in the mirror, you pat down an errant wrinkle. With a smack of the lips your red gloss is evened out. A spritz of perfume and roses linger in your wake. All dolled up to be a plus one (which you’ve come to learn means date) for one of Kai’s friends (who he now claims is just a classmate) instead of a plus forever with Kai’s best friend – life really is a box of lemons. Choosing comfort over fashion you slip into a pair of flats and head for the door.

After an uneventful drive you arrive at an uneventful bar. Upon entering you stand awkwardly by the entrance in order to scope the place out. It’s far from packed. No way you can utilise the old ‘I can’t hear you’ trick tonight, it seems. Never would you have guessed a day would come when you wished the static-buzzed jazz drifting from hanging speakers was louder and yet here you are. Could this date get any worse?

The answer to that universal question is always yes.

Rock bottom is actually a casket, and until then things can (and most definitely will) get worse.

There’s a couple at the bar, as well as a group of men in matching uniforms drooping over the counter. To the left, away from the booze you’ve promised to never consume again (beer doesn’t count, right?) are some tables and booths. Most have peanut shells scattered on and about them. This bar isn’t of the dancing kind, nor a sporto retreat with the game playing loud on the telly, or even the pool and poker sort. It’s the local watering hole; a dump wrapped in fancy ribbons and tied off with a bow. It’s for the alcoholics that picture themselves a step above the rest because they pay double the price for tap.

Your shoulders slump as you search one side of the room for your date: old geezer who practically lives here, office lady who starts drinking while she’s still clocked in, beer belly drunk who is burning through his entire paycheck tonight, corporate slave who has never been laid, fake french bartender, and a potential minor who is slurring after one Miller Lite. Probably none of those, though Kai does have a mean streak.

Behind door number two, on the other side of the room, are our following contestants: date night gone horribly wrong (is this a prophetic vision of your future?), high school gym teacher (hey Mr. Stevens!), Taehyun who is proving yet again that he is the most handsome man in the world, a granny on death’s door–

Taehyun?!

Your heart skips a beat the moment your eyes lock with his. The weight of the world lifts and your features follow suit, brow unfurrowing and jaw untensing. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he practically jumps out of his seat, hand raised in a small wave.

Taehyun is here.

For once Kai has come through for you.

Taehyun is your date and it’s going to be the best day ever!

“Hey, you’re finally here,” a man speaks up from beside you. “You’re Huening’s friend, right? I’ve got us a little booth over here.”

This guy, this so-called date of yours, would have to be blind to miss the way your entire body deflates. All the same you follow his lead, allowing yourself only a tiny glimpse back at the man who owns you, heart and soul.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Maybe you really did die from your hangover.

What else could this be but Hell?

Mr. Suit here is droning on about his classes and future prospects as a lawyer or politician or something equally boring, and he actually thinks you’re hanging off his every word with bated breath. In reality you’re waiting for him to stop talking long enough to get a word in edgewise. Perhaps if you wait long enough you’ll pass out, though the chances of him noticing are slim. You’re not getting out of this date so easily.

He prattles on and your attention drifts toward Taehyun. It’s not the first time tonight nor will it be the last. Everything else fades as you watch him and for the briefest of moments you’re saved. For a beautiful second split into shards of infinity, you’re alone on the moon with Taehyun, soaking up the stars and drinking in all of time and space. You’re free from this dive bar, free from drinking cheap wine that burns your throat (you didn’t want it but your date insisted), free from suffocating every time you breathe in another wave of dusty chair mould (someone died in this booth, you’re sure of it).

Your date had laughed it off when you mentioned it to him then continued to regale you with the fascinating tales of his father’s history as a judge or senator or something equally boring. When you said that it seems his father is the interesting one and how maybe you should’ve gone on a date with him instead, Mr. Suit stopped laughing. It’s the small wins, really.

A yawn tickles your throat, your eyelids unbearably heavy, and you fight the drowsiness threatening to end your oh-so-delightful night early if for no other reason than to yearn. You burn with yearning, near consumed by it. Taehyun isn’t looking your way anymore – he’s glaring a hole straight ahead of him, several feet from where this buzzkiller of a date is sapping your youth and vitality. But he’ll turn back to you soon. His eyes will betray him and he’ll turn ever so subtly in his chair only to find you’ve beat him to it. Cheek smooshed against knuckles, elbow pressed into the table, head tilted toward him as if you’re a flower and he the sun.

“Did you hear me?” With an under roll of the eyes you ground yourself in the unfortunate now. “I’ve got to run to the men’s room and then we can”–his voice drops–“get out of here.”

“Can’t wait,” you murmur as he gives your thigh a squeeze. The second he’s out of earshot you’re up on your feet, clutch in hand. The last of the wine shoots down your throat in one large gulp. “But I’ll be leaving alone.”

“That bad, huh?”

Tense muscles relax the moment your brain processes the voice: about .001 seconds. Whirling on your feet you’re face to face with none other than the true star of the night: Taehyun. No one else can possess your every thought like he does, no one else can bring comfort with as little effort as just showing up.

“You don’t even know,” you whine, gravitating toward him. Hand moving on its own, you toy with his fingers, caressing each one all while maintaining a friendly front above the shoulders. It’s impossible to tell if the tears welling in your eyes are from genuine distress or pent-up frustration. The tantalising improbability that tonight might end in Taehyun’s bed lingers in the tight space between you. “Save me, please.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to the door. It’s smooth sailing until Mr. Suit is calling your name. He’s weaving through tables to get to you like a man on the hunt. Maybe he’s a good guy and he’s worried about who he perceives to be a stranger escorting you out, or he’s upset that someone else has their dirty little mittens on the prize he believes he’s earned. When you expect the worst in people, it’s amazing how often they prove you wrong.

This man, however, is plain old boring and predictable.

“Hey, pal, what do you think you’re doing?”

“He’s taking me home,” you say with your chin tilted in defiance.

Suit ignores you and directs his growing anger at Taehyun. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She’s coming home with me.”

The finality in his tone sends a jolt straight to your core.

“We actually have plans, so, uh, get lost, bud,” the other guy (who is becoming more of an incessant bug by the second) counters with an obnoxious chuckle. “Who even are you?”

“I’m the guy she’s been eyefucking all night.”

Embarrassment sets you ablaze and the maddening thud of your heart drowns out any retort the man may have offered. It doesn’t matter; there’s no competition when Taehyun already won your heart so long ago. He guides you out of the bar and the crisp breeze of a summer night greets you. It tastes sweet on your tongue as you breathe in. A sense of liberty lifts your spirits, every movement lithe and light. You come to a fluttering stop beside your car and Taehyun asks for the key.

“What about your car?”

“It’s not here. Kai dropped me off.”

You pause. “Why?”

“He asked me to watch over you,” he says, hand outstretched. You hand him the keys with a little ‘oh’. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

I just wish you did it because you wanted to, not because you had to.

But the thought remains a secret in your taut smile.

He opens the car door and you slip inside. It’s an odd feeling being a passenger in your own vehicle. Taehyun takes charge without hesitation; adjusting the seat and mirrors before making sure you’re safe and comfortable. He backs out of the parking lot and away into the night. Stars twinkle overhead in spite of the light pollution. The earth is so small in the grand scheme of it all and yet your worries are world shattering.

This push and pull, the ‘will he, won’t he?’ – it’s unbearable.

Tonight, no matter the outcome, will be the end of your friendship with Taehyun.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

When the car glides to a halt in front of your house you can’t help but sigh. An entire drive home in silence and you couldn’t come up with a single actionable plan that doesn’t involve you dumping your feelings on him. He’s opening your car door and walking you up the front steps while you’re still struggling to figure out how to break the tension of the car ride.

“Make sure you lock up when you get inside. Nobody expects trouble until it’s upon them.”

“Thanks, mom,” you joke. He turns to leave and you reach for him, greedy hands tugging on his shirt sleeve. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I’m not Kai – I won’t put you out.”

There’s a passive-aggressive undercurrent to his words that sparks a fire beneath your tongue.

“I don’t want Kai, I want you. To stay here. In my house.” You cut yourself off for a moment, recovering your wits and sense when Taehyun grins, his lips parting to undoubtedly play a game you have no interest in playing. With a crude ‘fuck it’ that you may or may not have spoken aloud, you allow yourself to verbalise a platonic death. “In my bed. I want you in my bed, Taehyun.”

Widening eyes lock onto your face and so you set your lips into a stern line just to prove how serious you are. You add a soft but steady ‘always have’ to really drive your point home. Cold fear, the kind that stagnates and mutates over years of relentless anxiety, bubbles in your stomach. He might reject you. He might even laugh at you. Hell, he might do the unthinkable and pretend you no longer exist, cutting you off and leaving you to suffer a life without him. If thoughts could kill, that one would have sent you to an early grave.

But instead of devastation he brings clarity;

“I’ve always been yours.” His hand wraps around the nape of your neck. Sparks electrify your skin wherever he touches, your chin tingling as he tilts it upwards until he’s all you see towering above. Rough against the plush flesh, he rubs his thumb along your bottom lip. A shiver courses down your spine. “And you’ve always been mine.”

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Heaven is a bedroom hotter than a summer breeze.

Bliss rests on Taehyun’s tongue as he smirks up at you from between your tender thighs.

An angel masquerading as a devil, he dips his head and continues his feast. Your legs tremble when he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub with his warm tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Teeth nip and you gasp. Euphoric pain awakens a well of desire in your gut. Clenching around him, you throw your head back into the soft comfort of your pillows.

It’s safe here.

Yanking the pillow out from under your head, you place the underside over your face. It’s cool against your heated skin. Lavender and chamomile soothes your racing heart with each deep inhale. Taehyun slides two fingers into your cunt, ending your respite. Pleasure rushes through you as he works you open. His tongue fans your desire with each sinful circle it draws. The silk pillowcase falls into your mouth, suffocating the scream playing in the back of your parched throat.

You clutch the pillow in your hands, holding it tighter and pressing it deeper in the hope of suppressing your high. It’s come too quick; a mere few embarrassing minutes after the last. Your entire body shakes in anticipation. Giving in to carnal instinct you close your eyes and embrace the dark.

Taehyun’s mouth abandons your clit but you’re not needy; his fingers are more than enough to satisfy your hunger.

“Fuck, it’s so– it’s so–” your muffled rambling ends when Taehyun pulls the pillow from your hands.

Tears stick to the edges of your face, framing your cheeks and dampening your hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, withdrawing his hand from between your legs. You bite your lip to hold back the pathetic mewls of yearning begging to be vocalised. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Lifting your leg over his shoulder, he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing with a few taps against your mound before driving the entire length of his thick dick into your dripping cunt. You’re so wet you could squelch around him.

He presses his forehead to yours, hair sticky with sweat, as his cock fills every inch of you. A strangled gasp passes your lips and he’s eager to swallow it. Your juices coat his tongue as he kisses you. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss in pursuit of his taste, a hint of citrus berry in your mouth. It stirs up something primal inside and you bite him, first his lower lip then his neck, across to his shoulder where your teeth sink deep after a particularly delectable thrust of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes shut tight. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

Saliva hangs from your lip to his shoulder as you lean back. Your mind reels and you want to question him, to hear that he’s been as helplessly head over heels in love with you for as long as you have been him, but your brain refuses to play sweet. Cock-drunk, you whine and cry for him to fuck you harder, to break you like he promised. Always the gentleman, he indulges your whims.

His cock pistons in and out of your sopping pussy, his balls hitting your ass with each deep thrust. The angle is perfect, the head of his dick sliding against your spot until your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull. Your stomach twists and your muscles tense in preparation of yet another orgasm. White sparks flicker across your vision, blinding and bright.

“Mine,” he mumbles, deep in concentration, thumbs rubbing circles against your clit. “I won’t let you go. You’re mine.”

“I’m– I’m yours,” you pant. Your nails digs into something soft and a more sober mind would remind you not to hurt your beloved but you’re too fucked to care in the moment. Taehyun hisses above you, hips moving faster and harder. His hands travel north, tangling in your hair and pressing against your throat, squeezing your tits, marking his territory with colourful splotches and dark scratches. Fingers bruise and nails scrape, debauchery painted on your skin for all to admire. Once satisfied, his attention returns to your tender clit.

“Fuck, gonna come, please, fuck, fuck!”

Your begging tapers off into a strained moan, your cunt clenching around his girth as orgasmic bliss washes over you. Stars dance behind your eyes and you gasp. Taehyun rides out your high, fucking you through it with reckless abandon until he can’t hold himself back. His head rests against yours so he can leave sloppy kisses while he comes inside, bottomed out and so deep he might as well be in your guts. Content warmth spreads outward from your cunt like a blossoming rose.

Taehyun stares at your body for a long while after, a hint of a smile hidden on his face. “So beautiful.”

“What are you going on about?” you yawn.

“Everyone is going to know you’re mine,” he says with a little smirk, gentle fingers tracing along your still burning skin.

It’s enough to revitalise, desire once more welling in your core as your lips meet his own in a frenzied, messy kiss. Breaking away to suck down air that tastes like sex and sweat, your fiery gaze reflects off his brown, puppy dog eyes. “It’s about damn time.”

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[purplealmonds]

This is my tribute to the late Technoblade. I'm well over a week late to the anniversary of his passing, but I think it was worth the wait. I wanted to get this right.

The story I want to tell is of time's passage after his passing, and the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of various aspects of his life depicting that concept.

I have a lot more to say about this painting - three pages just for the symbolism alone. If you're interested, please let me know and I'll share my analysis on a separate post! Edit: I caved. Aight, prepare for a massive info dump below the cut!

DISCLAIMERS:

Although I put a lot of research into this piece, my knowledge is likely flawed and incomplete. If I missed or misinterpreted a reference, it’s because I’m new to the Technoblade community. If I got a symbolism thing wrong, it’s because I relied on Google search for answers. I fact checked where I could. And with this analysis, I hope I can clear up any misinterpretations! 

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OVERVIEW:

There’s lots of imagery to unpack so I’ll try parsing it in a structured manner. Let’s first examine it holistically. 

The story I want to tell here is of time’s passage after Technoblade’s passing. As such,the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of that concept.

Prominently featured are the various medical equipments - a nod to the grim reality of his cancer. But let’s not linger upon that aspect of his story.

Of equal importance are the more mundane objects - his gaming setup, the couch and pillow which Floof sat upon in that one photo, the plethora of paraphernalia of branded merchandise, and references to his exploits in Minecraft. These are relics and mementos of his legacy.

All of these elements intermingle in flooded, lushly overgrown room looking out to a rose-tinted exterior. Is it dawn? Dusk? I’ll leave that interpretation up to the viewers.  

The third and final component is the plant life representing his community -us. We beautify this metaphorical space with where it was once laden with tragedy. Yet, despite these riotous blooms, we never quite encroach on the bed - the empty space left behind by him.

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SET DRESSING:

Much care was taken in selecting the blossoms and placing them in symbolically significant locations.  And this neatly transitions us into the analysis individual details.

Foreground: 

In the foreground, ivy crawls through a lamp and white clovers thrive atop a pile of pillboxes. The lamp base, once a shining bronze-like finish, is heavily tarnished. The lampshade is overgrown with moss and ivy. Even if the greenery has yet to damage the electric wiring, the damp surely has finished the job. Even if the bulb is replaced, the body is too far gone. The light’s never coming on again. 

I was initially put out that my painstakingly 3D modeled pillboxes became entirely obscured, but I think it works in favor of the piece’s overarching theme: the beautiful wilds overtaking a space that once reeked of the desperate fight to prolong life. 

White clover blossoms meaning “thinking of you” is paired with the ivy meaning “everlasting devotion”.  It’s an apt combination. It has been over a year since his passing, and we still remember and carry on his legacy. 

Nestled amongst the foliage is Techno’s compass. It was once used to hunt him down in the Dream SMP. But now, it’s an odd comfort. Even though he’s no longer with us, he’s still somewhere far, far away– or is he? The original idea was for the needle to point heavenwards, but it is currently pointing…sideways?  I’ll get to the reasoning a bit later. 

The Flood:

Moving deeper into the space, we hit the floodwaters. These once turbulent currents are now tranquil enough to nourish this verdant place. The thriving plant life hides much of this darkness. It is beautiful, hopeful, even. But always bittersweet, because everything that grows here is laced with an old sorrow.

White lotus rise from the murky depths. That is us, overcoming our grief. Breaching the surface, we gain a new vantage point to contemplate this loss. Perhaps we can also find a more comforting perspective of it.

Submerged amongst the blossoms is a rusted oxygen machine. I wanted to decorate the machine with stickers, much like one would personalize a plaster cast for a broken limb. It is deliberate that the “Technoblade Never Dies” sticker is in shadow, while the “So Long, Nerds" is in light. 

Immediately to the right was meant to be a box of assorted Technoblade apparel.  But then I flooded the space for narrative reasons, rendering that idea unusable. I eventually converted it into a Welch’s Fruit Snacks box, because apparently Technoblade liked them? It’s one of the shallower references here but it is what it is.

And finally, there is a little cameo floating somewhere in the waters. An Easter egg, if you will. I wonder if you can find it? 

Furnishings from Home:

I found the couch and Technoblade’s gaming setup during my trawl through the Technoblade Reddit page for reference photos. Balancing this space full of impersonal medical equipment with more personalized belongings is grounding. These areas insert familiarity in this strange environment.

Gaming Setup:

The gaming setup is bare bones - just the monitor, keyboard, and mouse. There was no space to add more iconic elements like his Blue Yeti microphone or the steering wheel from that Minecraft challenge. Hanging above but heavily obscured by overgrowth are two framed pictures of Technoblade’s cabin and a potato minion. It is a blink-and-you-miss-it detail, placed in a dim space and requiring close examining to notice. Without the context of the rest of this environment, it is easily mistaken as generic set dressing. 

That’s the point, though. This was a space where he streamed and created videos much beloved by his community. This space was the means of creation, not the creations themselves. Without the creator at the helm, this setup becomes insignificant. Does one dote over the easel on which paintings were created, or the paintings themselves? So now it sits in darkness, a footnote of Technoblade’s legacy. 

Nostalgia Corner:

On the other end, we have the sold out Youtooz plushies and the Agro Pig plush from the recent merch drop sat atop the couch.  If you look closely, you’ll see a Skeppy coin leaning against one of the plushies. Behind the couch is a shelf. A generic shelf, but the important bits here are the sellout bell, Youtube plaque, and vinyl figurines. 

This corner of the room is nostalgic and soft. Everything is bathed in rosy pink light, and it is filled with things that are comfortingly familiar. All across the world, people in his community have these pieces of merch to remember him by. 

The red poppies that also grow here have multiple meanings. It represents the battle - one against sarcoma - which was fought here. It symbolizes death, but also resilience in the face of grueling conditions. It is said that they grow in former battlefields where of fallen warriors. I believe of all the flowers here, this one best represents Technoblade.

The Hanging Mobile:

Strung up above it is a rather last minute addition to the environment - a hanging mobile fabricated from totems representing each member of the Sleepy Bois Inc. friend group. First and foremost is Technoblade’s iconic MCC crown, aptly placed at the top. Although it is untouched by the greenery, the gold and jewelry are somewhat muted and tarnished by time.

This is not the case for the objects below. TommyInnit’s music disc shines iridiscent green and purple - Cat and Mellohi merged into one. To is right is a sky-blue guitar pick with the LoveJoy logo engraved onto it for Wilbur Soot. And finally, below it all is Philza’s Friendship Emerald - sparkling and refracting light - with Elytra feathers fastened at the bottom. They, suspended and isolated from everything, maintain a pristine vibrancy which strongly contrasts against everything else in this space. 

IV Stand:

Next to the computer setup is the IV stand. It sustains life which is incapable of continuing on without intervention. The butterfly milkweed growing on it, in contrast, says “let me go.” The latter, overtaking the tangle of tubes and powered off patient monitor, is victorious. The hooks stand rusted, and the IV bag empty from disuse.

Sat atop the patient monitor but almost blending into the walls is a pig figurine featured in Dream’s latest music video. It stands on a high perch, yet is unassuming as to direct focus on Technoblade, or rather, his absence. 

Hanging from the wired basket is an air freshener tag. If you look on the official website, this is one of the only products which has what I can only call interesting flavor text. Most are merely descriptions and specs of the product. To quote it verbatim:

“Yes, this is a real product. And no, this ‘air freshener’ has no discernible fragrance. ‘Why’ you ask? Because Mr. Technodad and our team agreed this was exactly the sort of air freshener Alex would have found hilarious.”

As morbid as it sounds, I feel like this air freshener tag would not have existed before Technoblade’s passing. It is so unlike any other merchandise I’ve seen in any other branded merchandise store. It’s like an inside joke, secretly shared within the descriptions for the world to eventually discover. 

Window:

Unlit candles line the window sill - the aftermath of a candlelight vigil. It is a versatile symbol. It raises awareness of a disease or illness. It pays tribute the dead. Judging from the melted wax dribbling down the candle shafts and the wall below (the opacity was reduced so it looks less like bloodstains), this has been done many times over. But there is so much more candle to burn, representing the people still continuing this ceremony, albeit in the privacy of their own homes.

Above the candles are some broken blinds. When grieving, it would have been so easy for Mr. Technodad to hide away from the world in his grief. It’s understandable, to give into that primal urge to flee from prying eyes when he’s at his most vulnerable. He had the difficult task of reading out his son’s final farewell to us. This barrier between him and us dismantled by this gesture so we can remember Technoblade together. 

Coincidentally, the window frame itself somewhat resembles the kitchen window featured in Technoblade and Technodad's cooking videos. Completely unintentional on my end, but fitting in a way since in both those videos they're pulling back the metaphorical curtains for the audience to peer into a small aspect of their private lives.

To the right of the window is a nondescript clock, forever stopped at the 6:30 as a nod to the date when the "So Long, Nerds" video was published. The minute hand is accidentally left out removed to signify that time will no longer move forward for Technoblade. In contrast, the rest of the world - represented by this space - continues to grow and change around his absence.

A wind chime hangs just outside the window. It is said that the soothing sounds produced by them is a healing balm during tumultuous times. Where there is wind there is stirred up emotions, but it is motionless on this calm, breezeless day. A rare respite, where remembrance overrides grief. 

On a more amusing note, there is an interesting looking moth perched on the window glass. Upon closer inspection, the wing pattern may look somewhat familiar. In Chinese culture, when a huge moth visiting your home is the embodiment of your recently deceased loved one checking on you. Remember the compass in the foreground? Well, here’s why it is pointed sideways instead of upwards. This idea came up rather organically during a VC session in the R/Technoblade Discord server. My handful of viewers and myself affectionately dubbed this doofy looking moth TechnoMoff!

Venturing further beyond the windows, ferns grow with wild abandon. They represent eternal youth, and from a certain point of view, he will remain youthful forever at the age of 23. He lives on through us carrying on his legacy and spreading his story. 

Everything outside is tinged with pink. After someone dies, we start seeing them less as a person and more as a legacy. It is the natural course of things to start seeing the deceased through rose-tinted lenses - hence the artificially pink hue of the outside contrasting with the more grounded color palette of the inside. 

Bed:

And now we circle back to the centerpiece of this entire composition: the bed and the things that surround it. 

In front of the bed is an over-bed table with a single object: an incense bowl filled to the brim with burnt sticks of incense. A simple shrine for Technoblade. In Chinese culture, we light incense at the altar to honor our loved ones. We may live separate lives and not cross paths often, but we all come together to leave our marks through this ritual. It is proof that he is still very much loved and missed by us all.

The bariatric bed frame is typically seen in hospitals. It allows the patient to comfortably sit up or recline without expending valuable energy. Encased in this frame is something more personal - the mattress and cushions which Technoblade laid upon in his photo with the Youtube plaque. Their unique patterning is a foil for the impersonal receptacle it is caged in. It is spotlit by the window light, emphasizing its emptiness. Not a single blossom dares to encroach upon this space, because to do so would be to erase the space where Technoblade last resided. Like I mentioned before, this is story is about the space around him as much as it is about him. 

Cradling this bed frame are several flowers. Rosemary and forget-me-not’s for remembrance. Appropriate, given its proximity to the bed. Morning glories, for resilience. That’s us, again. For a while, we meander and spread in the upper walls of this space, avoiding the floodwaters which symbolize grief. But eventually, we gather the strength to meander down to the bed, where grief was the strongest.

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CONCLUSION:

There is that cheesy quote from that one Marvel TV show – “What is grief, but love persevering?” While this reframes our perception of dealing with loss, grief is not some thing that should linger. The absence of grief does not equate to the lack of love. Instead, I would like you to consider this: remembrance is love persevering. And with our combined perseverance, Technoblade will never truly die. 

[zaynes-nieve]

Zayne Confirmed Lore

Anything confirmed by the developers, including any accounts or information within the game! (I will update you as the game continues, and I appreciate any info I can get from you all as well!!!!)

Tender Moments | Memoria | Bond | Devs/Offical/Messages/Calls | Main Story | Annecdotes

Basic Info:

Zayne's Birthday is September 5th | About Him

Other Names: Rei (JP), Lee See-Oen (KR) and Li Shen (CN)

Zayne's Constellation sign is a Virgo (like me)| About Him

Zayne is 6'1 | About Him

Zayne's age is 27 | About Him

Zayne is the Chief Cardiac Surgeon at Akso Hospital | About Him

Zayne's evol is Ice | About Him

Daily Life and a good chunk of the lore

Zayne is a workaholic, and he likes it | Gentle Twilight/About Him

He is good at snowboarding! | Everlasting Snowdrop/About Him

He knows how to peel an apple in one go | Spring Remnants/About Him

He is good at drawing (those anatomical diagrams, ftw!!!) | Suprise Encounter/About Him

He has a sweet tooth (like me) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

He gets toothaches (unlike me) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

He is a terrible patient (Strict against others, indulgent to his own whims) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

Zayne is a teetotaler (a person who never drinks alcohol) | Drunken Intimacy/About Him

He is good at pool but is a strict teacher | Exclusive Tutorial/About Him

His Parents are also Doctors and work with Doctors without Borders overseas | Eternal Attachment/About Him

He sends them a message on his birthday each year, telling them he is just fine! | Eternal Attachment/About Him

Zayne has a hard time controlling his Evol | Main Story 4-10/Never Ending Winter ch.4

Starcatcher Awardee (2046) | Main Story 4-5

Linde Award Winner (Year 2046) | Main Story 4-5 / Never Ending Winter ch.10? Last chapter mention

His patients all are obedient (terrified) of him | A Pure White Heart ch. 3

Dr. Zayne and Dawnbreaker see each other in their dreams | (Never Ending Winter Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.4)

He has a pet squirrel named after the medication, Clopidogrel! | Feed the Squirrel/Message

It appears Zayne also frequently volunteers to assist in medical relief for disasters or joins the medical teams assisting hunters fighting wanders in high-frequency zones | Dawn's Shadows, Foreign Aid/Video Call, Hidden Motive, Medical Rescue

He is quick to forgo his well-being to save others in dangerous situations. He truly puts his own duty as a doctor above everything else.| Medical Rescue, Neon Night

He is surprisingly (not to any of us but to MC ig) a novice to the art of sleeping in. | Fluffy Treatment/About Him

When he is sick he dodges the cold medicine for Hot Cocoa. | Engraved Affection/About Him

Zayne used to secretly tag along to get Milk Tea with the Akso Hospital Staff | Everlasting Wish/About Him

His Past:

Zayne was one smart cookie and skipped several years! But because he was so young and his classmates were not. He had a hard time making friends | Delicacy/About Him

When he was in medical school, he visited a barbeque stall a lot | Delicacy/About Him

He has a good tolerance for pain😭and he gets injured a lot, leaving many scars | Medical Rescue/About Him

Dr. Zayne was in the 35th Cohort of the Skyhaven Medical School in a PhD Program | Never Ending Winter ch.1

He was an intern under Dr. William (took him under his wing) | Never Ending Winter ch.1

It's implied he had to kill William after those black crystals seemed to be turning Dr.William into a Wanderer (Do we consider this confirmed enough?) | Never Ending Winter ch. 6

He Plays Tennis (and won a prize!) | Tennis Game/Messages

Due to the time travel shenanigans and our boy being the best at everything, Zayne is now an expert Jade carver! | Moonlit Dream

He briefly studied keyboards as a child. But quit after a month. | Heartstring Notes

All he knows how to play is Little Lamb | Heartstring Notes

When he worked at the hospital during New Years, the Akso Hospital Staff celebrated the holidays together | Cherished Longing/About Him

Zayne has a brother....it's a Monkey | Cherished Longing

His Likes:

He really hates carrots!!! | A Frozen Promise/About Him

He visits medical museums to relax, or he will go look out at the river | Heart Within Reach/About Him

Our Story 💙❄️☃️

He gave us a little snow seal when we were children (we thought it was a snowball) | A Frozen Promise/About Him

After seeing our name on the volunteer list for the Frontlines, he follows us. Hidden Motive/Insta Acc.

He is our Primary Doctor!!! (we're not gonna talk about the ethics of this LMFAO) | Main Story 1-8/About Him

Zayne said he melted an "old" popsicle (our popsicles at this time) for us when we were kids | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

Our Grandmother left us a letter with Zayne, and he seems to know more than he is letting on | Main Story 4-7

We voted for him in the Patient's Favorite Doctor poll on Asko's official account (He also won) | A Vote/Message

HE USES US AS HIS WALLPAPER | Screen Saver/Message

Zayne is not above bribery (whether it is us or his patients) | I Miss You/Message

We gave daffodils to Zayne! (they're garlic) | Gardening/Message

World Underneath

Longly Flame

Williams Girlfriend was named Sienna

She gives Zayne, Williams Martyr Badge.

(See the Everlasting Anecdote for more info on William)

They call Zayne the 35th academic god XD. They pray to him before exams lmfao

Zayne and Dr. Noah are apart of an experiment along with Carter regarding proctores and hearts. It starts growing black crystals

Zayne deletes all of his research

In General this just introduces that Dr. Noah had three protégés; Zayne, Carter and William

Snowy Stairs

Carter didn't get his doctorate degree (what a scum bag)

Carter is stalking Zayne.

He also seems to be playing and is obsessed with life and death

Cabin 607 is a patient, Carter is attempting to use to get Zayne to join him in his efforts at Xander Sciences

His name is Felix, 45 and a teacher

Carter tried to hack Zayne with a Trojan horse. This man is obsessed oml

Carter is now attempting to use MC to get to Zayne and possibly use MC for the X-Heart Experiment

No Morning (The Greyson Anecdote)

Zayne is the type to micromanage

This occurs after Im assuming after MC and Zayne’s trip to Mt. Eternal due to context clues but this may be wrong

Greyson has a crush on a Hunter

Zayne and MC are considered close by the Akso staff

Snowball Flower on Zayne's desk though it looks a little sick according to Greyson

Called a Snow Velvet

Rescue Operation, both Greyson, Zayne attend for 2 days and 2 nights

Awww Greyson got himself a little Hunter girlfriend

CPR and the 6 minutes if they're heart stops. To not give up cause that is when a person is declared dead and can't be resuscitated. (I think Greyson was telling Zayne this but I originally thought it was Zayne telling Greyson)

Overall it really is just getting into how scary being a hunter is from a non hunter perspective. Especially since it's from a surgeon who is like Zayne.

We also learn more about some of the medical conditions that occur with Hunters and protocore symptoms

And once again the mention of the Grim Reaper and again the mention of dark ICE crystals with the dying snow velvet .

MYTH STORIES

Foreseer

Master of Fate

Dawnbreaker

Anything talked about in this section is written as if you have already had the knowledge before hand.

Never Ending Winter: Zayne Anecdote #2

First mention of Dawnbreaker and also where we get the info of Zayne's Nightmare into Dawnbreaker's world.

Zayne mentions the nightmares again and talks about how his current reality is more bloody than his nightmares (Dawn Breaker World)

We get Dr.Zayne's perspective as he is "in that world of ice and snow" Zayne attacks himself from his perspective with dark crystals (which we know from The third ancedote is the color of Dawnbreaker's ice

Dr.Zayne refers to this black coated version of him as the Grim Reaper.

Zayne almost accidentally killed someone important to him when he was 12. He was 12 when he first started getting dreams of Dawnbreaker

Crystals begin to grow off of William (though, they mention the color of said crystals being black, they dont mention if they're ice)

Future edit: 1/25/25: Infold has made it very clear recently between the difference between the dark ice of Dawnbreaker and the black crystals that seems to involve humans turning into wanderers. Zayne now in the most recent main story with Caleb has made it clear that the crystals on Kevi was the ones that were on William!!!

The people Dawnbreaker killed appear in front of him after he kills William

Still in the Dark: Zayne Anecdote #3

Georgie's first description of Dawnbreaker Zayne is that of a Grim Reaper (hence the connection to all mentions of him in Never Ending Winter)

Georige is a young boy who hires Zayne to help him find the person who killed his mom

Dawnbreaker is the in canon title for the serial killer who leaves no bodys only dark blue crystals

There is footage of Dawnbreaker killing these people, so it isn't speculation

Detective Ivan, the police working on the Dawnbreaker case, gives distrubing insight into the situation, giving his point of view that the people who Dawnbreaker is killing leave behind shards like Wanderer protocores

When he catches Dawnbreaker in the act, he finds the victim with tentacles and attacking Dawnbreaker.

Georgie's mother was a worker at an ungergound protocore factory

Zayne, after running out of chocolate, takes some from Georgie, and so begins the Georige & Zayne duo.

DB!Zayne watches Old Doctor Television Shows

He also only lives off of Nutrient Solutions

DB! Zayne also has a Jasmine Plant

He also oftens visits a decayed plaza with a jasmine field

In their universe, Linkon City is a city from a distant past.

DB!Zayne confirms that he also dreams and that it is of our Linkon City

Chapter 4 is where we get the most intermigle between Zayne & DB! Zayne.

Zayne dreams of MC and the snacks we share with Zayne in particular a popsicle which could be a reference to the bond story Nostalgic Sweetness

He dreams of being a suregon. He started getting these dreams also at the age twelve

He knew at 12 that MC and Zayne would meet at 27

Dawnbreaker lives vicariously though these dreams and the remnants of Linkon he can find in his world.

Zayne calls the Humans who leave behind Protocore fragments "Abominations"

He plays some recording about Zhuangzi and the Butterfly essentially not knowing if he was the dream or if they are. (Butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi or Zhuangzi dreaming of being a Butterfly) Dr.Zayne and Dawnbreaker to a T.

Georgie dreams of being a monster (Foreshadowing yall). Zayne notices a bump under Georgies eyes 😭

Georgie, on the day he turns 12, begins to show more obvious symptoms of being an Abomination

IK this has been more of a recount, but we got little to work with Dawn Breaker lore yall

Dawn Breakers first kill was when he was 12, after he killed his adopted father, who became an Abomination

It is also here that we learn that if not killed, these beings turn into Wanderers.

Zayne is the one who murdered Georgie's mother

We find out that Georgie's mother requested that Zayne kills her half a month before she turned.

Her Coworkers having turned into Wanderers (She believes it was due to their long exposure to the protocores)

Zayne kills Georgie after he becomes an Abomination

Detective Ivan gives us the run down that the government and those in power are hiding the fact that some of those wanderers were once human. He also intends to stop and destory the investigation against Dawnbreaker, likely so Zayne can continue doing his job.

Eternal Attachment

Zayne's Birthday Card!!!! What is it doing in the Dawnbreaker section people ask as I slowly sink into despair about the implications of it

So! I conveniently didn't mention something in a previous section, Still In The Dark

Why are you telling me this you ask having after reading walls of text or just looking at this section first. Well because of this dialogue RIGHT HERE:

A familiar melody drifts through the darkness.

It’s “Happy Birthday”?

“Happy Birthday, Dr. Zayne!”

The girl’s clear voice rings out, her smile warm like the morning sun.

Is he dreaming again?

“From now on, I’ll always be by your side for your birthday.”

The girl’s sincere yet slightly shy expression makes him unable to resist the urge to caress her cheek.

He lowers his head and discovers they’re holding hands. He reaches out, but right before touching the girl’s cheek, she's suddenly looks shocked.

“You… aren’t Dr. Zayne. Who are you?”

Zayne abruptly wakes up. A gray wall stares back at him. The alarm resounds, and the holographic screen starts flickering red again.

Zayne takes a deep breath. What did that dream mean?

How did the girl see him? It’s as if she saw through time and space, through his dreams, to realize he’s not the doctor.

NOW LETS GO LOOK AT THE BIRTHDAY ETERNAL ATTACHMENT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

Y'all I'm physically sickkkk. It was very mean of INFOLD to do us like this and then hit us with the Special Investigations.

But in all seriousness I think there was a similar situation in a 4 Star memory but I can't find it so maybe I've gone crazy. But it is connecting and preparing/setting the scene for the Special Investigation: Thorns Under The Moon

Special Investigation: Thorns Under The Moon

Dr. Zayne, our Zayne and DB Zayne or DB is Dawnbreaker

This first main story lore that connects our Zayne with Dawnbreaker. Everything else has come from the anecdotes or something extremely similar

Prologue

It's been two months since the N109 Zone

Once again modified protocores & Aether cores are making amouck

Specifically the type of Wanderer with a Beta Protocurve can distort time and space. That new aether cores may appear where these Wanderers do

We start off in Zayne's POV it refers to us as "The Girl" which makes me believe based off last experiences that this is Dawnbreaker

Black Crystals (Like we have seen regarding wanderers) spring out of the walls and move towards us.

It mentions a time distort which reminds me of those Wanderers mentioned earlier.

It then cuts to our Zayne. He had been sleeping. At the Asko Rehabilitation Center in a Sleeping Pod. He had a nightmare.

Zayne has been having nightmares since his visit to Mt. Eternal.

It's been two months and he hasn't been able to sleep at all.

He doesn't tell us what happened in the Artic only that he is having a rerecurring nightmare

MC mentions that Zayne has a business trip next week and that she is concerned for his health

Zayne tries to say something about how even if he collapses they're other doctors but MC isn't hearing it calling him "My Doctor" 💙

Dr. Zayne tells us he will be careful and stay alive

We tell him our concerns about who we think the fragment we gave him after the N109 zone is the cause of his nightmares.

He tries to tell us it's a coincidence but I'm not so sure about that. Zayne has had these nightmares since he was 12 yes but they're has been no indication they occur so often until now. I think the protocore fragment is doing something.

We also learn, relearn? That Zayne is studying the fragment and it's possible relation with Protocore Syndrome.

We learn about the Wanderer and the Protocore we are hunting

It moves through distorting space. Anywhere it appears those with Protocore Syndrome fall into comas and some even shock

The location is Chansia City. Which we then find out is where Zayne is going for his business trip!!!

We ask to join the medical team and it's Approved.

As we leave the building to meet Zayne, someone gets in our way. (It's Carter 🤢)

He tries to invite us to dinner which fucking EW. (If it was clear at this point that while I keep the lore/plot accurate I'm not afraid to put my own opinion on these. Now it is)

Zayne comes out and saves us and we get to see the Carter and Zayne beef live

Carter tried to invite all three of us to dinner but MC swiftly declines saying that the association forbids its hunters from accepting dinner for work related purposes (idk if that's true or not)

Carter is trying very hard to give us these flowers (I'm like 98% sure he did shit to them) but Zayne snatches them before we can decline and THEN GIVES THEM BACK TO CARTER(My God I love this man)

This line is EVERYTHING oml

"They're much appreciated. Unfortunately there's no room for them in MY car" omlllll

Carter apparently came to give us a warning about being careful when we are traveling which is SO fucking weird. How did he know we were traveling YALL.

Once we are in the car we try and get more information on Carter and Xander Sciences from Zayne

It flashes back to one of Zayne's earlier chapters regarding that rich person with Rafayel's art that sucked people into it. How Xander Sciences has been trying to get Zayne to join them

Zayne tells us that the only thing they have in common is that they studied under the same professor. (Which we already know because of World Underneath but again!!!! This is really connecting all of the outside Anecdotes and various other stories to the Main one!)

We get to call Carter crazy which is fun for me personally (Its also how we find out he is trying to poach us from Zayne to be Carter's patient. Ewwwwwwww)

Zayne also gets to call him crazy 🤣

We get more information about why the medical team is going to Chansia from Greyson

A specific patient has a weird crystal growth in his heart that is different from the normal patients. (Beta Protocurve anyone?) When this patient was admitted to the hospital he caused a Metaflux burst.

We keep trying to surprise Zayne on these trips and it never works XD. He signed all our paperwork so he knew we were coming

Dr Zayne in a surgery clothes!!!

The Wanderer we are chasing closely resembles Myst ( a type of Wanderer) the proctores don't match up however.

The proctore that is pulled from the patient is like the ones we gave Zayne from the monsters in the N109 Zone.

Then out of nowhere a Metaflux occurs

We try and get Zayne and the other doctors to leave the ER but Zayne refuses trying to keep the patient alive

Zayne asks us to use our evol to suprees the Metaflux (Something I didn't even know our Evol could do but also like ofc I will cause he asked me to 🤣)

We do manage to suppress the Metaflux using our Evol and give Zayne enough time

Zayne pulls us off to the side to do a quick Evol examination

Zayne calls us out for not being entirely honest about why we were here. Which fair. But I'm pretty sure it's like classified so-

Zayne counters our point about how the Aether cores can't be causing the mutations due to one being perfectly integrated with our own Heart.

Zayne believes it's human made and I'm definitely inclined to believe him with all the shady shit Ever and Xander Sciences has done.

Somehow the patient is already awake which is genuinely terrifying cause WTF did they do to this dude?

FUCKING CARTER IS BACK AGAIN. THAT WORLD UNDERNEATH SECTION WAS RIGHT. HE IS SO STALKING ZAYNE WTF.

He says he wasn't following us but I don't fucking believe that shit

And this is when we find out that this dude is a Xander Sciences client. Which like. I've been acting like he was already, but this is the actual confirmation from Carter no less

He is trying to get us interested in whatever Frankenstein shit Xander Sciences is doing but both Mc and I could care LESS.

"It's okay, you'll be interested someday"

Omfg he gives me the ICK

He tells us that only Xander Sciences can tell us about what is happening with our heart.

Greyson comes out and tell us that Zayne wants us inside and Greyson also kicks Carter out!!!!

The patient says that "It" trapped him somewhere, a nightmare.

We show him the Wanderer we are hunting. It's the one that put him into the coma

It's a little vague but we ending up in its reality shifting thing.

(Alr outside of the canon, I'ma mention this before we continue. This part is rooted in vague mentions. We still as of now 2/2/25 haven't really gotten any more information about what exactly occurs. We know Dawnbreaker is apart of it but wheter we actually meet Dawnbreaker or Dr. Zayne as Dawnbreaker is something that was debated and still is. Im going to try and keep it to the facts as much as I can but just know that it's difficult to tell even to MC in game who we are talking to. So unless it states otherwise I will be referring to them as "Zayne")

MC deduces after a moment that we are in the Wanderer's protofield

We see "Zayne" and sharp ice crystals materialize around us to pierce our heart

We wake up to "Zayne" in Dawnbreaker's outfit mind you. Which I don't think in any story outside of Dawnbreaker's we ever see Zayne wear.

His figure apparently matches up with the dark figure we have seen before.

MC describes the place she is in and it's Dawnbreaker's apartment from Still in the Dark

Ex. In the fridge is only "weird packets" which we know to the nutritional drink that DB drinks and Chocolate.

MC starts speculating. She mentions how the patient was only trapped in their own dream

She is implying that this is "Zayne's"

"Zayne" mentions that he has dreamed off this place but that everything was better off than it is now.

"Zayne" confirms that this is the place where his nightmares have been occurring

MC mentions how "Every Detail" of this place is fleshed out. That "Zayne" must have seen these places alot to recreate it so clearly (This is what I mean about vague. It's implying that is only a dream of this world but it also keeps hinting that it may be an reality)

"Zayne" mentions that while it dies resemble his nightmares. It is definitely a protofield. We see a Protocore cluster

MC deduces that there is another cluster somewhere and that they need to destroy both at the same time to escape

"Zayne" and MC argue a little bit about who takes the cluster which is across the city.

MC ends up going after it

AFTER SHE IS GONE WERE BACK TO "ZAYNE'S" POV

It goes back to referring to MC as "The Girl"

He freezes the mist and black impurities are in the Ice, some of it still normal Ice. (Is this supposed to be a reference to the fact that DB ice crystals are Black?)

"Zayne" starts seeing people he has killed as Our Zayne or DB.

William • Never Ending Winter

Georgie & Possibly Georgie's Mom • Still In The Dark

A BLACK ice crystal is what shatters part of the Cluster

More lines

"It's Her. But she can't possibly be here"

(It could be a reference to the fact MC can't be here cause she is across the city or because she doesn't exist in DB world)

It's definitely an illusion though as he is imagining her with dark ice flowers growing out of her and her begging for him to Kill her.

He forms BLACK ICE CRYSTALS

A random voice "Zayne" doesn't recognize says

"You shouldn't throw yourself in danger just for her" "Seek your destiny. Only then can you be redeemed" (Is this supposed to be Astra???)

We're back to MC's POV but we aren't back in Chansia. We are in Asko Hospital.

"Zayne" is injured, ice is growing from him.

"Zayne" tells us the clusters was just one layer. We still need to defeat the Wanderer.

MC hears a voice that is echoing "Zayne's" words. (90% certain it's the lines Foreseer gives MC in their myth story) So now Myth Stories are in main story too

Blackened Ice is whats growing on Zayne

MC doesn't think it's just Zayne losing control of his evol

Memoria: Frozen Nightfall

Frozen Nightfall is apart of Thorns Underneath the Moonlight. It is a free five star card taken directly from the story. So you get the cards content without getting the card at all

MC resonates with Zayne as we have done in the past to get rid of the ice.

"Zayne" tells her that the Wanderer isn't the only danger here. He seems certain that he may harm her.

It like suddenly does a Hard Cut? They are back in the city. They aren't in room they were in before and a bunch of mist appears.

"Zayne" is carrying an unconscious MC into a hospital room.

"Zayne" says letting her step into this nightmare was a mistake. He says he has "One last choice"

And seemingly takes the ice that we resonated from him back.

MC once again mentions the weary face of one Zayne and her own merging and then immediately separating.

The attack on MC from the Wanderer wasn't in the protofield

MC asks what "Zayne" did? (I'm not exactly sure what she means by that)

She asks if this is why he has no control of his Evol

MC asks if this dream is more than just a dream to him.

"Zayne" is concerned he will never wake up from this nightmare at some point.

Later, Zayne and MC use their evols together to destroy the last layer. The world turns into "Black Amber"

After defeating the Wanderer they are back in Chansia.

MC makes Zayne back and forth around.

She says she is making sure that "Dr Zayne is the person with me right now." (What does this even mean?!)

MC collapses but she says she is fine. She is holding a part of the aether core fragment it's green

It's been three days since Zayne and MC disappeared in the Protofield.

They discover a strange device in one of the Flux stabilizers in the ICU

Someone tampered with it (Looking at Carter)

We are back in Linkon now. We are in Zayne's home.

Zayne is resting and we get a call from Simone

Simone tells us that the device resonates WITH Metaflux fluctuations

It locates protocores and ATTRACTS Wanderers.

Raymond the rich dude who died, owned Xander Sciences. Xander Sciences was passed on to Ever.

MC says that Ever is creating Monsters

We're back in Zayne's POV. He is in a dream

It looks happy at first but then it goes back to that hallway and Zayne's Evol seemingly attacks MC Again

He is still having those nightmares 😭

NEW MAIN STORY

Pls hit me up with any more information and where it's from!!

[axolotsofluv]

❝𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐥❞ [𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐫. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: My fixation on this man is no joke. I think I might organize my blog in the future, tinker with my previous posts a bit. Just so that it'll be clean and consistent. Here are more crumbs for the ratio nation. Please excuse any writing errors. Enjoy (^._.^)ﾉ☆

synopsis — the curiosity of Ratio's fellow colleagues are piqued when they see him greeting the arrival of a woman in the rain.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

❥ pairing: veritas ratio x reader

❥ tags: humor, romance, fluff, domesticity, rain, acts of service, established relationship, ratio x reader

❥ song inspo: this will be (an everlasting love) by natalie cole

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

The first crackle of thunder dawns onto the gray sky. A canvas once splashed in a vibrant blue hue now benighted by the overcast clouds that heralded a promise of howling winds, torrential rainfall, deafening thunderclap and a potential power outage that would forcibly reel people out of their plane of escapism to face the true horrors of reality.

Ratio finds himself immersed in conversation with a couple of his colleagues. The topic doesn't deviate much from their field of specialty, an idiosyncrasy that clings to them like a second skin—the insatiable ache to always engage in academic discourse no matter the time or place. As much as the doctor often laments about the influx of idiots in his workplace, there are a few moments in between the mediocrity when an idle conversation is shown to have yet blossom into a fruitful exchange.

Researchers and staff members trickle in and out of the establishment, carrying with them an air of haste untouched by the turbulent gloom of the weather. Everyone resume their activities as usual, paying no mind to the rain rapidly pelting the pavement nor did they bat an eye when a burst of light emerge in stripes from above.      

Ratio makes himself comfortable in the couch stationed near the receptionist while his colleagues follow suit, occupying the seats across from him. Terminologies and technical terms flow from their lips in surges, pooling into a fountain that will no doubt confound any passersby. As engrossed as Ratio looks with the conversation at hand, the two men with him can still pick up on the discreet glances he throws at the entrance, as though awaiting for a particular arrival.

"Doctor, forgive me for prying, but is something on your mind?"

Ratio shakes his head, remorse adorned in the lines of his frown and furrowed brows. "Not at all. Apologies, gentlemen. It is not my intention to appear absentminded."

The easygoing one out of the crowd raises a hand in dismissal. "Oh, no. We're not upset, doctor. We were just wondering if you're waiting for something. A letter, perhaps? You seem to receive them often."

Again, Ratio shakes his head again, schooling his expression into his default mien of refined composure. "It's nothing. Let's continue our discussion, shall we? You were just about to elaborate on the mechanisms behind one of your recent projects."

"I would be more than happy to indulge in your curiosity, but should we move elsewhere? The break room, perhaps. It might provide for a more conducive environment than here in the lobby," another suggests and is swiftly met with a chorus of agreement. Except it isn't unanimous, as noted in Ratio's pointed stare at the automatic sliding doors.

The chatters turn abysmal at his distracted state. The stretch of silence dispels his deep rumination, and with a dignified cough, Ratio redirects his attention back to his entourage. "Please, you may go ahead. I'm still... waiting for someone."

If Ratio isn't as abstinent as he is towards public emotional outbursts, he would have burst into laughter at the expressions on his colleagues' faces that all embodied different forms of surprise.

"Waiting for... someone?" One of them parrots back with a bewilderment reminiscent of their early days as a naive, clueless student before becoming a renowned expert in their field.

To this, the erudite doctor hums affirmatively.

The group of colleagues share a look with one another, engaging in a telepathic dispute regarding who would be chosen—or in other words, sacrificed—to ask for elaboration with the high chance of being castigated for their nosy tendencies.

Eventually, the easygoing one concedes. "A-And... Who is this someon—"

Divine intervention befalls onto this willing volunteer as Ratio disregards him entirely, standing up with an unusual disconcerted demeanor. The group devotes their undivided attention to the scurrying figure of Veritas Ratio as he passes the front entrance and grasps the shoulders of someone clad in a raincoat. The umbrella in their hand is extricated, cast aside like a pesky gnat swatted away. Ratio's hands lower the hood, and the sight of a woman nearly sends one of the older ones in the group into cardiac arrest. 

As if the sight of Ratio within close proximity to a woman isn't mind boggling enough, the group takes notice of the woman's appearance, her bare feet, a plastic containing a pair of clean shoes in one hand, and a gray insulated lunch bag in the other. The bits and pieces of information they procured via observation is solid enough to conclude that whoever this mysterious woman is, she weathered the dreadful conditions, risked getting herself sick and struck by lightning, all to deliver someone's lunch. 

"Would you mind telling me why on earth you're walking in the middle of the rain?" The volume of Ratio's voice put even the heavy downpour to shame. 

"I promised you I'd bring you lunch," the woman responds with a nervous chuckle, raising the bag for emphasis—or perhaps to shield herself. 

Not even she is immune to the doctor's scathing personality. 

"I can see that." He guides her to one of the few remaining chairs that were unscathed from the ferocious attack of the torrential rain, his hand pilfering the insulated bag from hers as he makes sure she is properly seated before finally resuming his reproachful tirade. "But that does not explain why you travelled all the way here without a vehicle."

She opens her mouth, but the doctor is quick to interject. 

"No, don't think that a cheeky response will ameliorate this scenario nor will it distract me from the issue at hand. Yes, I brought the car with me, but last I checked, you can order a ride with your phone." 

Left without ammunition, the woman slumps in her seat. 

The weather does little to assuage the tension, merely serving to heighten the severity of Ratio's ire as lightning strikes the sky with impeccable timing. It's as if the heaven above is attuned to this genius' emotions and decides to enact the simmering aggravation at the sight of her having to brave the storm for no good reason. 

"So?" He prods with crossed arms. 

"The price tends to spike up in rainy weathers," she murmurs. "Not to mention, the demands for cars become high as well so either I have to wait a long time to get someone to accept my order or I have to raise the price to have my order prioritized."

Ratio's eyes narrow into slits. "That doesn't answer my question. Why didn't you do it? If you're required to spend more money than usual, then just do so."

"But the money—"

"—is something I have enough of." His glare intensifies exponentially at the flimsy rebuttal of a resource that he deems is far from scarce. It is only when the woman glances down sheepishly does he let the scorching embers of his previous annoyance gradually flicker into oblivion. "Listen... I appreciate your sensibility and aversion to excessive spending, but this is unreasonable. In a bid to maintain your frugal stance, you would risk travelling by foot with nothing but your raincoat and a single umbrella to combat the weather and temperature."

"I took a bus here. I didn't walk from home completely," she mumbles out. The retaliation flees her lips like a frail defense of a cornered debater. What is she even thinking? Actively engaging in a dispute with the man who religiously participates in educational discourse with numerous individuals who share his perspicacity.

Sure enough, those sharp amber hues narrow in disapproval, and if his raised shoulders denote anything, then it's definitely a sign that he's ready to tear her argument apart.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "And yet here you are. Drenched. Trembling like kitten dumped in cold water."

A diminutive noise resembling an apology flutters from her downturned lips. 

As the last traces of anger dissipate, Ratio finally regards her with clemency. "You act as if I don't provide for you." Crimson-gold irises scrutinize the stray droplet cascading down her cheek, the sight compelling him to brush it away instantly with a gentle swipe of his thumb. He lowers himself to meet her eyes, his body assuming a kneeling position.

Ratio's colleagues, who are still very much eavesdropping on the conversation, tune out the interaction that follows. The drastic shift in his attitude fries their brains to the point of causing static noise to fill in their heads—a medium utilized to conjure theories, conflate ideas, and bring said ideas to fruition now pushed to disarray when they see the notorious sharp-tongued scholar acting so... tender. The woman's expression contorts into one of bewilderment, and despite not being able to make out much of her words, they're able to use context clues to surmise that she must be fussing over Ratio dirtying his slacks.

The brief intimate moment fizzles out quickly though, as any traces of tenderness on Ratio's face evaporates.

"Now, take out your phone and order a cab." His tone reverts to the default strident tone he often uses, and he can be seen tapping away on the phone in her clutch. "There. Confirm it. No, I will not accept your protests this time. I have the money; use it."

"O-Okay..." Her finger hovers above the screen, but it doesn't match the speed in which he expects her to move. 

"Don't you dare stall, [name]. Confirm the order. Now."

"I am, I am! Here! Look, it's confirmed!"

A colleague snickers at the spectacle before him, watching the woman frantically fidgeting with the phone while Ratio supervises her from behind. "Now, why does this look like a hostage situation?" He takes a slow sip of his coffee.

"I'm pretty sure this is how the doctor normally acts." Another shakes their head in commiseration for the frazzled woman who is now being on the receiving end of what appears to be an on-brand tongue-lashing from the Veritas Ratio. 

A snort is all they got in response, accompanied by another slow sip.

"Does this mean you're not going to accept my lunch?" Ratio tears away his gaze from his blatantly eavesdropping colleagues to spare her a glimpse, catching the dejection that floods her face.

He shakes his head. "Don't be ridiculous. I might not be keen on your method of delivering this meal, but that doesn't mean I will waste perfectly good food."

Hearing that, the woman gives him a slow nod. His palm that lays on her knee acts as a thawing agent to the frigid surface of her skin. With a smile now adorning her visage, she tucks her fingers under his hesitant ones, silently urging him to set aside his inhibitions. Their gazes meet briefly, and oddly enough, Ratio is the first one to shy away with a visible gulp.

Before the moment can blossom any further than that, a vehicle pulls up to the front of the lobby, and Ratio takes it as his cue to escort the woman to the door. His colleagues decide that there is enough surprise for the day, when they happen to catch her waving at Ratio without signs of stopping even after the car has moved. She's already out of sight before anyone can articulate the confusion her very presence evokes. 

Ratio returns to the assembly of wide-eyed spectators, the lunch box in hand, with a countenance that seems lax enough to be labelled as "bliss".

"We have dawdled long enough. I don't have anymore business here, so let's move to the break room at once, shall we?"

"Uh..." One of them reclaims their composure before they can even formulate anything coherent. "Dr. Ratio... Forgive me for being forward, but who was that?"

This august genius, undeterred by the opinions of common people and unswayed by the menial desires of men, ever so austere yet ever so snide, turns to the one who voiced that query. 

"My wife." Then, he strides away. 

No one left with a cardiac arrest that day, but someone did leave with hot coffee sprayed on their face. 

[everlastiingiimmortals]

We'll take both, Aventurine says, entirely expected and yet bewildering all the same. He'd not hesitated whatsoever -- but for once, Ratio does not make a move to protest, only sighing with muted, fond, exasperation. Aventurine's hold on his arm is light and relaxed, any uncertainties shed in the lively, little coastal town Ratio holds so dear to his heart. He seems -- and more importantly acts -- more relaxed than Ratio has seen in weeks.

It's a good look on him.

Ratio pats Aventurine's hand once in response to the lilt in his voice, meeting the cat's-eye curl of his shaded smile with a raised eyebrow. "Five points," he praises, shouldering the bag with their tapestries and leading Aventurine away from the stall, "they depict myths of this world. The first follows a king and his crew on their sea-faring journey home, after they emerge victorious in a war on distant shores. Along the way, they incur the wrath of the sea god, and consequently suffer endless trials and punishments. This particular scene is one of those trials, where the crew must sail between two obstacles: a man-eating sea monster, and the lethal whirlpools of her neighbor.

"The second depicts the story of a bull-headed monster called the Minotaur. It had been born to the queen of Crete and a bull intended to be a sacrifice to the sea god -- yes, the very same one -- as punishment towards the king, Minos, because he wanted to keep the bull for himself due to its snow-white pelt. Due to its monstrous nature, however, the Minotaur was eventually locked away in a labyrinth constructed by a legendary craftsman as per the king's command, and fed with a sacrifice of seven men and seven women from another city-state every nine years as retribution for the death of the king's son at their hands. A prince of that city-state vowed to slay the beast upon the approach of the third sacrifice, declaring he would rather die than rule a kingdom that sent its children to be devoured. He ultimately succeeded, with the aid of King Minos' very own daughter."

Ratio pauses, glancing back down at Aventurine with a vague note of sheepishness in his expression. "Rather dark stories, I know. This world loves its tragedies and the punishment of hubris.

"As for how I know this much, I am leaving that to you to figure out. You know I do not simply reward good behavior. You're clever enough to come to the correct conclusion on your own." The curve of his lips curls upwards in a small smile, expectant and no doubt anticipating Aventurine's answer. "Go on, take your best shot."

There is a pleasant air to the busy-ness of the market. Where Penacony's crowd had been suffocating with their bright colours, the air thick with SoulGlad and void ambitions and anything the senses could conjure in excess with no other goal than to numb the mind of the dreamer, this market's bustling crowd feels curiously vivifying. The fresh air of the nearby sea, the softer, pastel colours of the white stone, colourful stalls, the fabrics means to be easy on the eye rather than a strain on it, the delicate smell of ivy twining around stone pillars and of freshly cut wood... where Penacony had been the brutal frenzy of too long an agony, this humble market is gently alive. Taken in by the sights around him, Aventurine remains silent at first, listening to his companion, looking at everything his eyes are allowed to rest on, hand still lightly hooked to the crook of the other's elbow.

It is only after a little while that he begins to notice a few curious glances cast their way; and when he does, he also realises the people looking at them really are looking at him, specifically, at his face, specifically, at his eyes, since he meets their gazes head on as soon as he notices. Oh dear. People noticing his eyes usually never spells anything good, but this time, curiously enough? The culprits, upon realising they got caught red-handed, don't avert their gazes and mutter away - they blink and smile apologetically, as if to ask for forgiveness for their curiosity. Ah, I see, Aventurine thinks to himself. They don't know what they're looking at. They know it is unusual - intriguing, pretty, beautiful, even, perhaps - but they know not its significance; and, for once, ignorance stands opposite to prejudice. They see something unusual, a curiosity; and think nothing of it and welcome it in their home. Truly, he thinks, amused, people after Ratio's heart, no doubt. No wonder he likes the place. Aventurine pushes his sunglasses back on his nose - just in case. His grip on Ratio's arm, if it had briefly stiffened, is now as loose and comfortable as if nothing had happened.

Lazily, like a branch floating upon tranquil water currents, Aventurine lets Ratio carry him to a stall and through quite a fascinating lecture on local textiles and craftsmanship. Behind the sunglasses, Aventurine observes, attentive, takes note of the intricate patterns and colours and embroideries with an appreciative expression he does not attempt to hold back. "Hmm ~ you know it does, Doc. You wouldn't have taken me here if you had thought for one moment I would fail to appreciate this handiwork. Ah, may we seen this one too, please - " The merchant obliges his request, revealing another intricate tapestry, purple and gold, a sinuous maze stitched onto with with a figure drawn in the center - a monster of some sort, perhaps a guardian of some labyrinth... no doubt a story the nuances of which escape him. No matter. It is a work of beauty - dark and haunting and yet enticing as all mysteries should be. "We'll take both." Aventurine is not a man of hesitation - especially not where credits are concerned. "And you..." He teases at Ratio, eyes rising to meet his while the merchant carefully wraps up their new acquisitions. "Can tell me the stories those embroideries are meant to represent while we walk. I am correct in assuming they are not just generic motifs, am I not?"

He would know. The Avgins used to tell similar such stories through jewelry and clothing too. "And, I must ask, since you are leaving me hanging... are you ever going to tell me how you know so much about this world, or is that a secret I need to earn by being on my best behaviour? I'm not doing too bad so far, am I?"